The castle's atmosphere buzzes with a strange mix of urgency and tension. The grand hall, once a place of elegance and calm, now feels like the nerve center of a mission, where every second counts and every decision holds weight.
Leora and Zephara have taken charge, their movements swift and precise as they prepare the equipment needed for the Perfect Match Test.
I watch them from the edge of the room, my heart drumming in my chest. They're setting up a station with a sleek, silver device a combination of arcane runes and modern technology.
It hums faintly, a low, steady vibration that makes my skin prickle. Lucie is on her knees, drawing a complex pattern on the stone floor with chalk, her hands steady and sure, the lines coming together with an eerie precision.
Thalia stands guard near the entrance, her eyes sharp and focused, ever the protector.
